Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-01-28

then Star Lester entered, three times more
winsome, more lovely, with her glowing
cheeks and smiling eyes.
She passed him; then following her aunt
up the room, and looking up with q half
startled glance, colored. He bowed stiffiy
in return, and turned to attend to what
Miss Graham was saying-that young lady
had been talking with praiseworthy zeal
ever since Stars entrance, we'll aware that
he had heard not one word; but in spite of
himself his eye would follow that slight,
graceful figure in its progress up the room.
"She doesn't care for you at all, he told
himself. "She is false as false can be-"
II don't care for him at ALL" Star said.
"He has treated me unjustly. But, oh! if
I could only make him love me, just to re-
venge the slight he has put upon me!
will make him care again!" she thought
for revenge.
One day, after walk upon which Star
had been unusually trying, Philip arrived
at the conclusion that he mast go-no mat
ter what any one thought, he would go
and, firm in that resolve, he descended to
spend his last evening in sight of that
false, sweet face.
The night was chilly, and there was a
glowing coal fire in the library, and there,
after tea, all the young people gathered to
sit in the freight. Star was there, quite
as bright as ever, Notwithstanding the good
cry she had INDUCED in an hour,before.
After long silence some one proposed
poetry, and there was clamcr for Star.
No refusal would be accepted; they would
give her five minutes to think. Then how
her heart throbbed! The words of one
poem came up TO her distinctly.
SHOULD shc?" she asked herself,-"dare'
she?" Then she compressed her lips with
a reckless determination in her heart, and
said, 81 will"
Then there broke upon tho quiet of the
room, and upon Phil Darkley sitting in the
shadow. the words of the poem he SO we'll
remembered, in voice which was intense
with solnething-acting, perhaps.
Il thought l Ind surely conquered and lived
down this sharp, old pain.
Oh, the sweet, false, maddening voice!
and how it trembled, and how Phil battled
with the emotions that surged up!
Il hive thrust away in silence each loving
Thought of you;
Ihave laid to rost each menlory SO tender and so
true;
have prayed upon my Blended knees for power
to forget.
And the answer to that prayer is this-I love
yon, love you yet"
And then
us love 80 very plenty in this weary world of
That YOU cannot let all else so by aud trust mo
once agnin?"
Star was terribly frightened Mt the thought
of what she was doing, but she recited, not
missing line or word until
But tho past is hero beside me, in the purple
starry night,
And her great eyes shine upon me with tender
mournful light;
Sweet eyes so full of sentleness, so lovely in
their pain,
That clasp her back, oh, Philip, to my faithful
henri again"
Star was away in the furthest corner of
the conservatory, crying her eyes out
when she became conscious of an unusual
connection among the vines about her, and
looked up to meet Phil Darkley's impetuous
face and glowing eyes. kM
And then there came that chance of ere.
venge" for which Stars soul had thirsted.
Star. he said, Il know that I am mad!
know that you do not love me, and have
every reason TO believe you are tickle; but
despite Of all that, l love you more than all
the world, and 1 ask you to marry me!
will dote on you always-will do whatever
you wish me, Star!'
And then Star Lester laughed, rather
nervously to be sure, but happily, too.
No, you wouldn't, Phil-you can't!" she
said; "you would be sure to get Jealous,
and rush off and leave me as you did last
summer, when you saw Charlie Floriner
telling me Of his engagement to my pet
cousin, Floy."
Then Phil went down on his knees, and
Star said not one word about reyenge-al-
though revenge is sweet"